Propaganda

I've got a question no one's gunna ask, Regarding lessons learnt in the past, Give me a second gotta make this last, Before we run our little minds back To the warning signs so fast, Oh, you've gotta be fast. Paper magazines are over now, What other ways can we fool the crowd? Show them what they're not, Hit them in the spot, That hurts most 'cause god why the hell Not? It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda I've got a question no one wants to hear, Do we like and follow just to hide fear? Oh, summer sun is the worst time of the year, Don't wanna post 'cause I don't look like her. It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda If they lie Who's gunna try To decipher The mess they made? What's behind The filtered life, Unreal time? Oh, what a shame. I've got an answer no one's gunna like, We're not up to changing archetypes, Don't wanna step just a little outta line, 'Cause we're just too busy tryna seem right. It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda It's probably propaganda